Post by Daron Smythe on Jun 9, 2024 19:48:53 GMT -5
A bloodied Daron Smythe slumps in a chair backstage at the Knoxville Civic Coliseum, letting out a sigh of relief and exhaustion. Daron starts unwrapping his wrist tape as Abby Jacobs enters the scene, ready to ask questions with microphone in hand...
ABBY: Daron, tonight's six man tag team match was an absolute war. How are you feeling right now?
DARON: *takes a towel and wipes the blood from his face, looks at the towel and chuckles to himself* I think this towel speaks for itself, Abby. After the Coronation Cup, I was beat to hell. The momentum is so important, though. I knew, even though I was sore, tired, and wrecked, this six man tag team match was a perfect opportunity to see where Chevy is right now. Despite this red fluid on my own face, I can smell blood on the water - and it isn't mine.
ABBY: That parting shot at the end of the match - that shocked look on Jackson Burnside's face, what do you make of that?
DARON: I'm not surprised he's shocked, Abby. For almost two years, this guy has barely acknolwedged my existence. It was always Caleb Hart or Anthony Cross or Robb Danielson or Billy Danielson. Despite all that I've done over these two years in the UWL, I don't even register as a minor thunderstorm on the Weatherman's forecast. Am I bitter? A little bit, yeah. It's that bulletin board mentality that athletes use. It's that chip on my shoulder that drives me. So maybe to Jackson Burnside, it was shocking. Maybe he's finally realizing what I'm capable of.
ABBY: Did you happen to catch that brutal beatdown by Cory Chevelle afterwards? Jackson had to be taken off to the hospital...
DARON: Hey, these two can beat the hell out of each other for all I care. I'm interested in one thing and one thing only - that's winning that UWL World Heavyweight Championship IN the ring. I'll never run from a fight anywhere, I've taken my lumps around here. But in two weeks time, we have a Double Jeopardy match, and if they are distracted, well that just works in my favor, doesn't it?
ABBY: I'd say so...
DARON: It may sound like a broken record but it's my destiny to be the UWL World Heavyweight Champion again...the only variable, is time.
Scene fades to black...
ABBY: Daron, tonight's six man tag team match was an absolute war. How are you feeling right now?
DARON: *takes a towel and wipes the blood from his face, looks at the towel and chuckles to himself* I think this towel speaks for itself, Abby. After the Coronation Cup, I was beat to hell. The momentum is so important, though. I knew, even though I was sore, tired, and wrecked, this six man tag team match was a perfect opportunity to see where Chevy is right now. Despite this red fluid on my own face, I can smell blood on the water - and it isn't mine.
ABBY: That parting shot at the end of the match - that shocked look on Jackson Burnside's face, what do you make of that?
DARON: I'm not surprised he's shocked, Abby. For almost two years, this guy has barely acknolwedged my existence. It was always Caleb Hart or Anthony Cross or Robb Danielson or Billy Danielson. Despite all that I've done over these two years in the UWL, I don't even register as a minor thunderstorm on the Weatherman's forecast. Am I bitter? A little bit, yeah. It's that bulletin board mentality that athletes use. It's that chip on my shoulder that drives me. So maybe to Jackson Burnside, it was shocking. Maybe he's finally realizing what I'm capable of.
ABBY: Did you happen to catch that brutal beatdown by Cory Chevelle afterwards? Jackson had to be taken off to the hospital...
DARON: Hey, these two can beat the hell out of each other for all I care. I'm interested in one thing and one thing only - that's winning that UWL World Heavyweight Championship IN the ring. I'll never run from a fight anywhere, I've taken my lumps around here. But in two weeks time, we have a Double Jeopardy match, and if they are distracted, well that just works in my favor, doesn't it?
ABBY: I'd say so...
DARON: It may sound like a broken record but it's my destiny to be the UWL World Heavyweight Champion again...the only variable, is time.
Scene fades to black...